Waking up everyday is hard... To hard.
Thinking is to hard.
Sometimes people can see the sickness pouring out of me. They ask me "What's wrong Callie?" "Are you sad Callie?" "What do you want for me Callie?" I saying nothing or I didn't get a lot of sleep, which sometimes is a lie. Some nights there is hardly any sleep, others I can't wake up or open my eyes because I'm so tired.
Most people don't see the sadness. They see a blond haired girl who looks like the normal teenager. But I won't look like this if my mom would let me dye my hair and gauge my ears and get more piercing. I am an emo child but no one really know. I smile to people I see.
I try and do my work but I don't understand what the teachers are saying. The dark shadow that hovers over me makes me think about death instead of what could be of my life, or y= m×+b, or anything. I don't think the teachers know what is happening in my head.
It's sick. I'm just sick. To sick to live anymore. I am a trigger warning to anyone, including myself. I am one of my own trigger warnings and I can't do anthing to fix it.
AN: was that okay? Idk if I can write or not and it's killing me that I don't know what everyone thinks of this when they read it.
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the cuts that bleed
Randomdeeper I said, just cut deeper. it won't hurt as bad as you think. don't worry. you will be fine. I say these things at 2am. or even 2pm. I cut and they don't get it. this is the life of Callie. if you are triggered by things, I suggest you not rea...